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The thing about being an editorial assistant on contract basis/data entry temp is that data entry in the dark is like throwing spaghetti at a wall. You keep flinging data at a repository in the hope that at least some of it will stick in a meaningful way. Or that an experienced chef will take pity on you and cover the whole thing in a tasty sauce.

On the bright side, I have seen lots of explicit photographs, and the coffee is unlimited, free, and individually brewed just for me every single time. If I die before December, it will certainly be of Splenda poisoning. Also: complementary tampons!

And I finished reading John Battelle’s “The Search: How Google and Its Rivals Rewrote the Rules of Business and Transformed Our Culture,” which I quite enjoyed. Naturally, it jives well with “The Long Tail.” Now on to “Everything Bad Is Good for You.”

After a brief stint in a local hospital, it seems that my father is okay, if a bit dehydrated. It’s not my nature to ask questions when I can quietly sneak info from behind your back, but intel on his actual condition is eluding me. Possibly my mother knows, and I can ask her.

Golly, it’s almost time for the season premiere of “Smallville” on the new CW! If you recall, when last we left our heroes and villains, Lex Luthor had been possessed by Zod, and Clark Kent was whining about it! Really. It’s just as bad as it sounds. It’s… Look, I don’t know why I watch it, I just can’t look away.

Was screwed over by the MTA bus system AGAIN, and it took me three hours to get home. I’m taking the over-the-counter sleeping pills because I have to be awake and commuting back to work in another six and half hours. I know all of you think this is a luxurious amount of time, and I know you’re all getting much more done on just four or five hours of shut-eye, but what can I say? — I’m weak. I keep thinking that if I sacrificed some blood, slit a wrist maybe, the MTA gods would smile upon me. Irrational, I know, but at this point I’m willing to try anything.

The average New Yorker’s commute is 34.2 minutes. Obviously, I am not working hard enough.